Rupert Graves, alias the Dark Defender,
felt a calling from the time he was a child to don a mask and serve
his community as a vigilante crime fighter. Where as other boys and
girls saw comic books as escapist fantasy, he viewed the role of
caped crusader as a viable career choice. He spent his teens and
early twenties honing his body and mine, trying to stay sharp, to be
at his peak when criminals struck. Unfortunately, he lacked the
powers of Superman or the Flash, and thus he could not quickly run
from one side of town to the other, let alone to the other side of
the world. He lacked Batman's resources, so he couldn't invest in a
fast car to get him to distant crime scenes, and he had no super
computer, no super hearing to let him known where mayhem was afoot.
Because crime fighting paid so poorly, he didn't even have a police
scanner. Still, a calling was a calling, and so he accepted his
limitations and made do. He couldn't defend the whole city, but the
five thousand block of Mayfair Avenue from the post office to the
tire shop and the grocery store in between were under his protection,
and he would fight to the last breath to keep those five hundred feet
safe.
- Originally mailed to R. Cox of Biloxi, Mississippi
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